Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 559-557: Demigod, Vampire Prince (Please Subscribe)
If legend is a preliminary contact with and borrowing of the power of the world's origin and rules,

Then a demigod-level expert can skillfully utilize the power of rules to accomplish many incredible things.

Pushing it to the limit can even distort and change the rules to some extent.

If being a legend means having one foot out of the plane and the other foot still inside, then if things really don't work out, you can always come back and be a local tyrant.

So, the demigods truly made a name for themselves and found a place to settle down outside of the plane.

If a legend is the pillar of a principality, dominating the material plane;
Then a demigod could maintain a great power for thousands of years without decline, and even have a name in the multiverse.

The classification of fifth-tier legends and sixth-tier demigods is incredibly crude, yet the difference between them is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

Inside the temporary command post,

When the words "sixth-order demigod" were uttered, a deathly silence spread, and everyone's breath caught in their throats.

After what seemed like an eternity, the red dragon Virgil finally spoke in a low voice: "When a demigod makes a move, he has to pay a huge price. I'm afraid this demiplane can't be saved."

Grand Duke Karen also spoke up: "The demigod that Grand Duke Torid could invite must also be a vampire, most likely the vampire prince from the Abyss."

Back then, the Grand Duke of Toledo was able to stand out among the thirteen clans and take control of this demiplane because that prince actually belonged to the Toledo clan as well.

Through the blood plague and the bloodshed of the witch hunts, he was able to ignite the divine fire, fall into the abyss, and become a demigod.

"This happened a long time ago. I really didn't expect that they would still be in contact?"

Virgil the Red Dragon spoke up: "Prince Toridor! He's a ruthless man. If he shows himself, this demiplane will be occupied by the Abyss."

They can either use this as a springboard to launch a dimensional war and attack the world of Herka, or shatter the demiplane, drag it into the abyss, and expand their own territory.

I wonder what choice he will make?

Mrs. Lucy pursed her lips and said hoarsely, "Alessandro, he's really gone mad, mad!"

"No matter which choice he makes, he will fall into the abyss and become a vampire. He, he, he is truly ruthless!"

"He's ruthless, but whether he's insane is another matter."

When Groot, the tree-keeper, spoke, his eyes remained calm, with a calmness that came from years of experience and seeing through everything.

"Given Alessandro's character—stingy, ruthless, vicious, and selfish—he would never allow anyone to encroach upon his demiplane."

Even if it's destroyed, I wouldn't want to!

"However, falling into the abyss is also an option, because only by going deep into the abyss and becoming a member of the abyss bloodline can he have a chance to go further."

"Therefore, those legends, including us, may have become his bargaining chips, his pledge of allegiance."

When a demigod makes a move, there must be a significant reward.

"Grand Duke Bruch and the progenitor of the Dark Werewolves thought they had outmaneuvered Alessandro, but wasn't Alessandro outmaneuvering them in return?"

"With so many legendary souls at his disposal, that Abyss Blood Clan prince would certainly not mind giving him even more benefits."
Even the will of the abyss would rejoice at his contribution.

Grand Duke Karen couldn't help but exclaim, "They really have a deep mind!"

"It would be a miracle if this old monster didn't have some schemes up his sleeve. But none of that matters now. The only important thing is, what should we do now?"

What can I do?
The best option, of course, is to retreat. If you can't win, run away; that's the wisest choice.

However, no one dared to speak, and all eyes turned to Luo Yi.

You have to admit that even with the ancient red dragon Virgil present, Roy is still the absolute core of this group.

Sensing the gazes of the crowd, Luo Yi finally made a move. He slowly lowered his head and said with a wry smile, "The problem is not whether we escape or not, but whether we can escape at all."

"Don't forget, for a demigod, spatial traces are like lines on the palm of their hand; even if they want to escape, they may not be able to."

With just one sentence, everyone fell silent. Then, Loy continued, "Olivera, Alfonso!"

"exist!"

"You lead the group of fourth-tier natural disasters back first, then clear out the military camp in the east of the city, and everyone should evacuate."

"Yes!"

"As for us?"

Luo Yi glanced around, then looked at the four legends beside her, and said, "Let's wait and see!"

"It's not an easy thing for a demigod to fully descend; there might still be a chance."

At this moment, Luo Yi's eyes showed no fear, but rather a burning fighting spirit.

……

Above Blood Moon Castle.

Caught in the massive, blood-red bat claws, Fenrir, the progenitor of the dark werewolves, struggled desperately, howling at the legendary figures in the sky, "Save me! Save me!"

He wouldn't have bothered if he hadn't shouted, but once he did, those legendary experts seemed to realize what was happening, and they all suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Seeing that these legends were unreliable, the progenitor of the dark werewolves also became ruthless.
With a wolf howl, the dark aura around him surged violently, constantly expanding outwards as if trying to unleash his claws.

His muscles bulged wildly, and the giant wolf transformed back into human form, its limbs unfurling blood-red claws as it lunged forward to bite again. Fenrir, the wolf beast, was a god-slayer in some legends, and its fangs were its most formidable weapon.

As for the effect of the attack, it did have an effect; the blood-red claws bit through the skin, causing the attacker to loosen their grip for a moment in pain.

However, it was only for a fleeting moment.

Just as the progenitor of the dark werewolf was desperately trying to escape, his claws suddenly tightened again.

With a sudden clench of his five fingers, and with unparalleled strength, the Dark Werewolf Progenitor was crushed, his tendons and bones broken.

He released his grip again, and with a flick of his wrist, the Dark Werewolf Progenitor was flung into the air.

With a swift retraction of its crimson claws, it stabbed, piercing the powerful giant wolf's body with over ten holes. Then, with another burst of force...

Thus, this powerful and legendary werewolf was torn apart by five horses, his bloody corpse scattered all over the ground.

Do you think this is over?
Legendary powerhouses, unless they have just broken through, all have a few ways to revive themselves.
But at this moment, divine power, as fine as silk, emanated from around the blood-red claws, imprisoning a soul that was struggling to break free.

Judging from the appearance of that soul, who else could it be but the progenitor of the Dark Werewolves?
Killing legendary figures isn't scary, but imprisoning their souls is truly terrifying.

At this moment, countless legendary experts' expressions changed drastically.

However, upon seeing this, Grand Duke Toledo burst into maniacal laughter: "A demigod prince has made a move, and you still want to be resurrected? Dream on!"

"Here, here, there's another one!"

He was referring to the aged vampire.

At this moment, the old vampire's face turned green.

He disregarded everything else, his blood magic surged wildly, and he exploded with a bang. The elemental shockwave spread outward, forcing back Grand Duke Torido by sacrificing himself.

Then, within the blood demonic power, countless bats flapped their wings and flew in different directions, scattering in all directions.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

Moreover, vampires are known for their incredible vitality; as long as one of their clones escapes, they are not considered killed.

However, at that very moment, blood-red claws appeared in mid-air, first opening, then rotating, and then gently clenching.

It's hard to explain that strange feeling; those huge, blood-red claws making that movement somehow exudes an air of elegance and composure.

With that clench of his fist, space began to collapse in his hand.

Therefore, no matter how fast or swift the bat clones were, how high the frequency of their wingbeats was, or how much magic they were imbued with...

With just a gentle squeeze, they were all grasped in the claws.

Then, the claws began to grind, and the feeling was like holding a ball of sand and kneading it.

As a result, blood flowed from between his fingers, so much so that it resembled a river of blood.

This one is even more resilient than the progenitor of the Dark Werewolf.

There were explosions, blood-red light, black curses spreading, and even sacred flames burning and spreading...

He employed over a dozen formidable techniques, demonstrating his advantage of having lived a long life and possessing a truly formidable array of trump cards.

Even so, it still couldn't stop the blood-red claws from grinding away, and time and time again, space was twisted, folded, and shattered countless times.

In the end, all that could be heard was Grand Duke Bruch's incoherent pleas for mercy, saying things like, "I am also a vampire, please spare my life, Your Highness."

But this was just his last struggle.

Then, a blood-red divine power penetrated deep into the void, and when it returned, it dragged out a legendary soul.

Together with the soul of the progenitor of the dark werewolves, it struggled and charged around the claws.

At this moment, before the vampire prince even appeared, he crushed two legends with just one hand.

At this moment, the most triumphant of all was Grand Duke Toledo, who roared in mid-air: "Let you be arrogant! Let you push me! Die! Good riddance..."

"And also, above and above, below and below, the great First Ancestor, crush them, crush them!"

He shouted enthusiastically, but he forgot that he was facing a vampire prince, a demigod!
A demigod is not your dog, to be ordered around at will.

Then, the blood-red claw slammed down in the air, and with a bang, Grand Duke Toledo was smashed into the ground.

Visibly, the earth cracked, and the resulting shockwaves, like an earthquake, completely destroyed the Blood Moon Castle, turning countless buildings into ruins.
In the center, a deep pit appears, revealing the image of Grand Duke Toledo embedded within it, blood seeping from all parts of his body, and coughing up fragments of his internal organs.

Perhaps Grand Duke Toridor was still useful, or perhaps there was some agreement between them; in any case, the vampire prince did not kill him.

It was just a small lesson!
At this moment, the Grand Duke of Toledo was first bewildered, then terrified, and finally his eyes cleared, and he mumbled some words of pleading.

After doing all this, the blood-red claws flicked their claws, as if to shake off dust, or as if they had done the most insignificant thing.

At this moment, the world was truly silent.

The power of a demigod is truly beyond imagination!

(End of this chapter)